That was then this is now... I know truism, but zen

Alright then.  This is a poetry blog.
  It was a long time ago and the mists were misty when I first started to care about poetry.  I blame an array of extraordinary parents or two, and some very kind and nurturing children's book author's. . . . .
...and some great teachers...  and some great university teachers, and some great friends who have in turn taught and schooled and parented me.  And all those buggers who have made my life difficult I thank them for shaping me and making me resolute and indestructible.
 Ghandi, Leonard Cohen, thanks Tibet.  ( I know sometimes I might suggest that I'm a practicing buddhist.  The key word there is practicing ).  

  As is the way with cutting in a blog half way through a life time ( a 3rd of the way through would be great), I'm going to have to go back in time and forwards in time all at the same time.
  No worries.  I like starting new things.  Resolution has too few meanings in my life's approach, and that includes the ship.

First of all,
  I'm going to be reading at a reading at Lopdell House on the 28th October.  If you would like to come along it would be very nice to see you seeing me and having a listen.

  You might have some presumptions about poets, let me put you straight.  Poetry is not a religion, it is a universal cultural type. There are poets all over the world.  Poetry is not dangerous but it is contagious.  Poets are not all quiet slow moving ponderous people. Though some are, you may find that poets have all different modes of operation and body types.  Poetry is different from talking like you're a bit wired, or clever talking, or talking a lot.  This for example is not poetry. This is me typing as fast as I think, which is not especially enlightened, particularly as this is a public domain.  Soon I will anchor my life as a poet to this blog, and we'll see we'll see.